It’s been three months since Nick was released from the hospital. He has officially moved in with me and we couldn’t be happier. He is still timid but I’ve learned to be ginger with him. We have been very careful not to let anyone find out about us. However, I told my mother up front, she was delighted and invited Nick to dinner the following evening. Everything was perfect. Howie figured it out soon after when he called and Nick picked up the phone giggling like a little girl. I can’t even remember what he was laughing at now. Anyway, he said he didn’t mind as long as we were happy and swore to keep our secret.
It’s about four in the morning and he is fast asleep. He looks so innocent with his hair all messy. Like the 13-year-old I once knew. He is a man now. A man I love with every fiber of my being. The only sound I hear is his rhythm of his calm breathing. I watch his chest rise and fall. He looks like an angel. He’s my angel. No, that’s an understatement. He is ten thousand times more beautiful and ten billion times more incredible than any angel could ever be.